اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Little fish come quietly
Your fins are frayed and sore
The ocean breeze enchanted you
And led you onto shore
Although you gasp for air you
Share the essence of your waning
And all that's left is hurt
And theft of waters once sustaining
Fear not the things that love
Forgot to see beyond so cruel
For deep within your wisdom
You'll find your inner pool.
